Weeping rose forced to grow you take no comfort in your beauty held back by trellis and twine pruned by the greedy need of a selfish man though your thorns prick his flesh and make him bleed still he does not relent in cutting you down to fit his designs yet through this all remember your fragrance is sweet and you delight the eye of every passerby though your value is lost and outer beauty obscures duty Weeping rose run wild with delight for yours is the season and your beauty the reason men seek deep inside and try in vain to hide their longing for you to adorn their side Therein lies your pride.
I agree with what Skyfyre and Julie said....I too, have felt prisoner to the idea you share here....fabulous analogy indeed! This is definately one of your most brilliantly thought out poems yet....I applaude your understanding.
** I'm reaching for the brightest star I've ever seen - knock my ladder out from under me, and you'll wish you hadn't !! -pFF ** Here's to 2000!